Оригинален текст
Daniel Johns/Paul Mac
INDECISION HAS BEEN MADE,
ERASE THE LINE OF SIGHT,
AND FOR EVERY SHOT THATS SLUNG
EVAPORATE THE LIGHT,
WITHIN A TAR LIKE HOLD
BELIEVING WHAT WERE TOLD
AND THE EDGES START TO FRAY
BEFORE THE CENTRE FOLDS BETWEEN THE LIES
A DISTANT WHALE CRIES UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS
ONCE UPON A TIME WED NEVER BEEN COLD
AND TIDALLY THE MESSAGE HAD BEEN SENT
THE FURY WOULD START AND FINALLY
THE WHALE IT WOULD REIGN
LIKE A KING ON A STORM CLOUD
LIKE THE WIND THROUGH AUTUMN LEAVES
YOU RAKE THE SHARDS OF LIGHT
AND EVERYTIME THEY STARE
YOU LOSE A LITTLE SIGHT TO SEA,
YOURE WINDING WILLOWS OVER TREES
UNTIL THE SEA OVERFLOWS